Arguing with Madame Sarka if things are clean or not clean, is asking for trouble. It's to be more precise. One of Madame Sarka's house-hold slaves does just that, and Madame Sarka throws some food on the (clean or not so clean) floor and orders him to eat it. Paddling his red ass in the meantime of course. Her other slave is waiting for things to come and Madame Sarka him to choose which cane will be needed to punish the other slave. And even worse: he has to decide how many strokes the other slave deserves. It's a horrible task, because as Madame Sarka points out so well: they are colleagues...

Arguing with Madame Sarka if things are clean or not clean, is asking for trouble. It's to be more precise. One of Madame Sarka's house-hold slaves does just that, and Madame Sarka throws some food on the (clean or not so clean) floor and orders him to eat it. Paddling his red ass in the meantime of course. Her other slave is waiting for things to come and Madame Sarka him to choose which cane will be needed to punish the other slave. And even worse: he has to decide how many strokes the other slave deserves. It's a horrible task, because as Madame Sarka points out so well: they are colleagues. It's a beautiful example of true domination: of accepting everything (Madame is always right) without questions and of the wicked ways to punish a slave. It's Madame Sarka at Her best!